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the last line again.
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the last line again.
“If I ever try to call it generosity, don’t let me.”
Adele grabbed my arm. “Your surgery is next week.”
“And I’m not going into it with his story sitting on my chest.”
Jeremiah held up the folder. “Then we go together.”
That Friday, at the senior golf club, the banquet hall glowed with white tablecloths and soft music.
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